In my earlier days of smoking pot I was hanging out with these guys, who were kind weird... but free weed, so whatever right? Wrong. We went in this little room and the wall was lined with a glass case covered with a blanket. I was stoopid at this point and asked what it was. They told me it was covered because they thought I’d be scared and took the blanket off.

Snakes. A lot of them. Like 5, and they were 4-5 feet each. I’m sorry but I’m one of those people who has a physical reaction to them because they freak me out so bad.

So I’m in this tiny room with like, a bunch of snakes and I’m high as shit and scared and nervous and I have... yes, a nervous fart coming... for what felt like hours I was holding it and dying to leave but my brain was like, “don’t be a weirdo”.

Then I felt it, the fart. I was sweating and staring at these snakes and clenching my butt for dear life. Then that thing happens where the fart goes back up and it made this loud burbly growl and everyone looked at me. I wanted to die, but the only thing I could think to say to cover it up was, “WOW I am sooo hungry!”